What was I thinking when I was flying a kite

03-01

I use 「was」 in the subject, cause I already lost my kite.

It was a warm and sunny spring afternoon, friends and I when to a sports park to hang out. We flied kites, played Ukulele and Djembe, sat on the grass and had snacks. I raised my kite until the end of the 400 meters kite line, make it the highest among all the surrounding kites and tied it to a tree. The weather is too good to makes me feel grieved, only a little surprised when I suddenly found the broken line of my kite lying on the grass un-tensed after I played football with friends. The line was cut by others』 kite line, just like <the Kite Runner> described.

「He escaped,」 I said to friends, 「someone gonna find him and raise it again somewhere else.」

I can』t remember when was the first time I flied a kite. I used to have no interest in kite, but some day, all of a sudden, I did. This is similar to understanding the meaning of fishing, it just happened in a minute, like someone turned a switch, and suddenly you understood. This kind of comprehension used to makes me fascinated, but at some moment, I don』t anymore. I realized that this kind of standpoint change, is just a result of grown, people changed little bit along with the time flowing, and quantitative result in qualitative.

So, what was I thinking when I was flying a kite?

Flying a kite makes me think outside the frame. I like the feeling of the unstressed moments, and holding a flying kite is one of them. Choose a clean day, pick your little kite, find an open field, wear your sunglasses, feel the wind, then raise it, raise it like a soaring bird. And when it』s high enough, the wind became stable and you don』t need any control, just hold the end of the line, watch it, and muse. Wipe all the dust covered on your mind, clear your thought as clean as the sky, even lying on the grass, take a nap, nothing can disturb you. I will think of peoples, think of things, think of who I am and what I want, I will set my imaginations free, and temporarily get away from the reality. Each time I do that, I feel stronger afterwards.

Flying a kite is like flying ourselves. The struggling world is just like the unpredictable wind, sometimes you fly high easily, sometimes you fall, sometimes your line broken and never get back. In order to fight the chaotic wind, you need to know how to control the kite, strain and loose, swing and dragging. We manage ourselves to fly higher, but the higher we get, the bigger wind there will be, if you don』t got strong line, you will disappear. In order to express my thought I quote a phrase I don』t know how to translate: 迎風拂擁者生，逆風拮抗者亡。Someone may be familiar with this, right?

Flying a kite reminds me of my parents. They are the one who is holding the kite when we are at the very beginning. When the kite are low, it』s hard to control, cause the wind is extremely not stable. After carefully and devotedly raising, we fly up, the higher we fly, the less we need from them. And someday when we look back, all they have done is to letting us soar higher and higher, and what we could do is only watching them farther and farther.

First time write in English not during the exam, please don』t mock about my poor vocabulary.

But if you do, I don』t care.